Frenchman with a Pink Espresso Cup

It took two men to carry each piece of stone slab to the car. I had to make several trips to the brocante, because my car couldn't manage the weight of all of the slabs at once.

Every morning the muscle men would come into my kitchen for a cup of espresso before starting work... Every morning I served espresso in the daintiest cups I had... just to see those big strong hands hold the cups with care.

Frenchmen know how to handle a pink. I thought you might find that interesting this Monday morning.

Ask me something about France in the comment section, and tomorrow I'll pick a few of your questions and answer them... the ones I pick will receive a prize.

It took two men to carry each piece of stone slab to the car. I had to make several trips to the brocante, because my car couldn't manage the weight of all of the slabs at once.

Every morning the muscle men would come into my kitchen for a cup of espresso before starting work... Every morning I served espresso in the daintiest cups I had... just to see those big strong hands hold the cups with care.

Frenchmen know how to handle a pink. I thought you might find that interesting this Monday morning.

Ask me something about France in the comment section, and tomorrow I'll pick a few of your questions and answer them... the ones I pick will receive a prize.

°Thirty years living in France because I married a Frenchman that I met while dancing in San Francisco° Two children, now in their mid-twenties, amour et joie° I have the "Brocante Bug" which means antiquing is my cure, France can do me no wrong when it comes to treatment ° I am from a small rural town in Northern California ° Co-founder of the French Muse Experience, and more so share our renovation projects ° Writes whatever strikes a cord, and has taken photos for this blog every day for the last thirteen years° Merci for following me°